The Strongest Transcendent In History Is The Strongest

  Chapter 10 Training?

  As I step outside into the fresh air, the cool breeze brushes against my skin, invigorating my senses and sharpening my focus. I decide that this is the perfect moment to engage in a practice that has been an integral part of my journey—martial arts. The teachings of Zen'nō, my wise instructor, echo in my mind, guiding my movements like a gentle whisper.

  As I settle into a comfortable stance on the grass, I reflect on the fundamentals of the martial art that Zen'nō has imparted to me, known as the palm strike from Muay Thai and Krav Maga. This unique style combines fluid movements with deep philosophical insights, emphasizing both physical prowess and inner peace. I take a deep breath, centering myself, and begin to practice the palm strike—a technique vital to both Muay Thai and Krav Maga.

  The palm strike, or "shōken," is a powerful yet graceful maneuver that utilizes the open palm to deliver forceful strikes. In contrast to traditional punches, the palm strike allows for greater control and minimizes the risk of injury to one’s knuckles. With my feet firmly planted and my body aligned, I imagine the energy flowing through me, channeling the teachings of Zen’nō. I lift my hand, preparing to execute the strike, visualizing the target in front of me.

  With deliberate intent, I thrust my palm forward, engaging my core and following through with the motion. Each practice repetition reinforces my technique, all the while reminding me of the deeper meaning behind this discipline. In these moments, I am not just practicing a series of physical movements; I am connecting with a profound philosophy that teaches respect, intention, and self-awareness. Such experiences are what make martial arts more than just a sport—they become a way of life.

  After several intense hours of rigorous training and focused practice, I finally decided to take a breather. Turning around, I was met with the enthusiastic face of my younger sister, Katsume, who was practically bouncing with excitement.

  With her eyes shining brightly, Katsume exclaimed, "It’s 7 o’clock, big bro! Can you train me now, please?" Her eagerness was palpable, and I could see the determination etched on her expression.

  I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options. "Well, you see..." I started, trying to find the right words to gently let her down.

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  But before I could finish my thought, Katsume unleashed her secret weapon: the classic puppy dog eyes. "Please? Big bro?" she pleaded, her voice sweet and hopeful.

  I sighed, realizing that I simply couldn’t say no to her adorable request. “Alright, you win,” I conceded with a reluctant smile.

  In an instant, Katsume erupted in joy, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Yay! You're the best big bro!" she cheered, her enthusiasm infectious.

  After a brief moment of revelry, she settled down a bit, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So can you start now, big bro?" she asked, a hopeful lilt in her voice.

  “Sure thing! First, I’m going to teach you the very first martial art I ever learned, which is called the palm strike,” I said, preparing to guide her through the fundamentals. “We’ll progress from the first martial art I learned to the last martial art.

  I demonstrate the palm strike, showing her the proper stance and technique, all while carefully explaining the dynamics behind it. “You want to use the heel of your palm to strike, aiming for accuracy and a firm follow-through. This strike is all about power delivered from your body, engaging your core."

  I gently pat her head, a comforting gesture meant to lift her spirits. “Cheer up! Remember, with enough practice, you’ll conquer this, too,” I reassure her.

  Her eyes brighten at my words. “Really, big bro?” she asks, her voice carrying a mix of doubt and hope.

  I nod, smiling warmly at her. “Yes, really.

  Encouraged, she leans into the head pat, soaking up the affection. “I hope so!”

  “Are you ready to try again?” I ask, keen to see her confidence grow.

  “Yes!” she replies, the excitement bubbling back to the surface.

  “That’s good to hear. Let’s give it another shot,” I respond, feeling a surge of motivation for her.

  Katsume positions herself to attempt the palm strike again, but once more, it doesn’t quite come together. “I just don’t get it, big bro!” she exclaims, her frustration rearing its head a second time.

  “Do you need help?” I offer, sensing her need for that extra bit of guidance.

  She nods her head earnestly, “Yes, please!”

  Taking a moment to break it down further, I guide her through the steps meticulously. “Focus on your posture first. Stand tall, and remember to use your hips to generate power.” With patience, I walk her through each motion, step by step, reinforcing the mechanics of the palm strike.

  With diligent effort and under my watchful eye, finally, as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow around us, she successfully executes the palm strike! Her face lights up with triumph. “I finally did it!” she exclaims, practically beaming with pride.

  “I finally did it!” she exclaims, her voice cracking with joy and disbelief.

  I can’t help but pat her head gently, feeling genuinely impressed by her perseverance. “I’m proud of you! You did an excellent job!”

  As she leaned into my hand, savoring the moment of encouragement, I could see the joy radiating from her face, a portrait of satisfaction and pride in her accomplishment. The bond we shared in this moment felt unbreakable, and I knew that we could tackle anything together.

  To be continued...